#sometime mebbe

[quinloki]

Preceding Story: Captured

Character: Eustass Kid Reader: fem Vibes: Soft Word count: 941

“Good job, Mouse.” He says, bringing your hazy gaze toward his eyes gently.

“Good job, Mouse.” You murmur in response. You want him to know you’re at least conscious, but you can’t think of any other words at the moment and so you just repeat what he’s said.

“You’re really out of it,” he says with a soft chuckle. Compo and someone else undo the binds at your ankles, rubbing your legs and slowly bringing them down.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you.” Kid promises, pulling you into his arms and cradling you against his chest. “You did real good.”

“Did good.” You repeat, giving him an exhausted smile.

“Yeah.” He kisses your forehead moving away from the crew as they get to work cleaning and breaking down the session.

Kid cradles you in one arm as he starts the bath. You’re aware of the sound of running water, the soft fluff of his coat separating you from the harsh, cold metal of his left arm. Each little tufts tickles your skin, your body’s still sensitive from everything, and completely exhausted as well.

If you could move, you’d likely to do little more than send yourself into another orgasm. If that didn’t cause you to black out it would certainly send you hurling back into subspace so hard you’d be useless.

“How ya’ doin’?” Kid questions quietly as you start to look around.

“Mm’ good,” you murmur, exhaustion still heavy in your lips. “That was… intense.”

He snorts a laugh, testing the temperature of the bathwater and adjusting the knobs a little. “Yeah, it was.” Looking away from the bath, he catches your gaze. “Too intense?”

You think on it for a minute, smiling as you shake your head. “Nah. Close, mebbe.”

“Riding that line’s what I’m good at,” he says it with a grin, but the reassurance is as much for himself as it is for you.

“You’re good at lotsa stuff, Kid.” You agree, watching the red bloom in his ears.

“Course I am,” he practically grumbles the words, shifting enough to help you step into the bath. “How’s the water?”

“Maybe a little too warm,” you admit even as you sink in deeper. “But not enough to stop me.”

You settle in letting the hot water sink into your skin, muscles, and bones. It stung just a little, especially in the places where you were raw and tender, but that sting faded quickly, and you relaxed into the warmth with a content sigh. Kid was pulling his own clothes off, letting his metal arm fall into a small pile on the floor before joining you in the amply sized tub.

“C’mere.” He says, leaning over and pulling you to his side of the bath.

You pressed your chest against his, looking up at him as the water’s heat sunk into you both. Sometimes you’d just rest your back on his chest, but this time you wanted to face him. He brushes his hand over your face softly, fingers and palm running over your hair. He’s careful not to comb through it, dampened with sweat, cum, and water - he doesn’t want to risk getting his fingers tangled in it just yet.

“We’re going to need a second bath.” You muse, hands on his shoulders as you lean up just enough to kiss his chin. “Should’ve showered first.”

“Figured you’d need a few more minutes before you’d be up for standing.” His voice is soft, almost no gravel in it, just enough volume you can hear him. It still rumbles in his chest and sinks into your fingers.

You lay your head on his chest and melt into him as much as you do the water. His strokes your back idly, letting the steady sound of his breathing and heat beat fill the silence between you for a few long minutes.

“You did good, Kid.” Breaking the silence, you look up at him as his face turns pink. You’re not going to point it out, he’d just blame the hot water anyway, instead you smile and kiss his cheek. “You’re the best dom.”

“Don’t lay it on too thick.” He admonishes and you laugh softly.

“I’m not. I should tell you more often. I’m only comfortable doing wild shit like this because you’re so good at keeping it safe.” You insist. Kid’s gaze shifts away from yours and you can watch his face turn a deeper shade of red. “And that Cradle, where were you hiding that?”

“The clinic.” He answers with a grin. “You even asked House about it the other day.”

You blink for a moment before realization dawns on you. “It had the sheet over it! She said it was for administering shots.” Puffing your cheeks, Kid grins. “Even asked me if I wanted a demonstration.”

“I mean, it could be used for that,” he agrees, laughing as you splash water in his direction.

Kid sticks out his tongue, and you mimic him. Breaking into a smile he tilts your head up and gives you a soft kiss. A kiss for these moments and these alone. Even the sweet kisses you get in the morning aren’t as tender as the ones you get afterward.

“My beautiful Mouse,” he murmurs, slipping kisses between the words. “I love you.”

“I know,” you reply, a dance you’ve danced often, but it always feels so comfortable in this moment. “I love you.”

“I know,” he answers, pulling you close and kissing you just as softly as before, though he lingers a moment longer.

“Ready for a shower?” He prompts and you nod.

“Another soak after?”

“Sure thing, Mouse.”

[amidst-wonderland]

SCOTS / GLASWEGIAN LEXICON: NORMAN CONKS

sometimes i forget i'm not my own little echo chamber and that a lot of people's only experience with scots is an unfortunately translated new years song, scottish twitter memes and one of the many animated characters that never seem to be voiced by actual scots (other than brave, scrooge mcduck, cait sith and soap). so, after a particularly nasty comment on archive this time last year (complaining about too much scots when it's explicitly tagged, for shame!) thought i'd make a wee lexicon of general phrases that appear in my fics but general rule of thumb, scots is phonetic so if it looks a lot like a word in english, chances are it is. however, it is a language and there are rules to its spelling so you can't just throw letters and sounds at a wall and see what sticks.

this isn't an exhaustive list, it's just what i could think of in terms of what i use and write in daily-life.

this can also be used for fanfics generally, so feel free to use if you're writing for a character like soap or drop me a dm, always happy to help! also, after having some ptsd with the "scottish pokémon fem!c" i want to make it abundantly clear we don't say "fook."

ae - of / one of an exmaple is 'ah, never ate two ae anything." meaning, "i never ate two of anything." (and for the scottish folk reading this, et tu, isa. - currently have it on whilst i'm writing this).

aff - off

ah'll / ah'm - i will / i am ('ah' just means 'i')

ain - own, as in 'my own car / hoose / dog'

alba - scotland

an'aw - as well

auld - old, like "auld lang syne"

aw'a an tak yir face fir a shite - go away, you're full of / taking shite

aw'richt - alright

awa' an bile yir heid - fuck off. literally telling them to go and boil their head

blether - chatting

cannae / canny - can't

cauld - cold

chancer - chancing your arm, being sly and trying to get one over on someone / getting a leg up

crabbit - irritable

deid - dead

dae - do

didnae - did not

dug - can mean dug a hole, but also dog.

fae each ae yi's - from each of yous

feart - scared

fur / fir - for

gallus - bold

gardyloo - look out below because i'm flinging my piss and shit out of the window because i've nae indoor plumbing. this is also were the term 'shitfaced' comes from because scots coming back from the pub, drunk wouldn't hear it and end up literally shitfaced.

glesga - glasgow

greetin' - crying

guising - trick or treating

haud - hold

haund / haun - hand

hen - girl (term of endearment)

here, you! - a ruder way of saying "oi", also use "haul, you!" again, to quote one of television's finest, "here you!" / "naw, here you's no in the day, can ah help you?" 'haul' is like stop and is generally a bit more threatening than 'here' (can also use, haud, as in “haud oan a minute.”

how - depending on context this usually means 'why'. so someone might say, "how no?" meaning, "why not?"

jist - just

lit - like

loch - lake

lumber - a hook-up, also a “winch” / “pull”

maw - mum

mebbe - maybe

merrit - married

messages - shopping

mony a mickle maks a muckle - if you look after the pennies, the pounds look after themselves

naw - no

nicht - night

no - again, context depending, no can mean "not". when nora says, "ah'll no dae this with a drink in me." she means, "i'm not having this conversation after having a drink."

oan - on

oot - out

patter - banter

peely-wally - pale, ill

piece - sandwich, so a piece'n'ham

pished - you can literally pish yourself or you're incredibly drunk

pit - put

polis - police

scunnered - nauseated or disgusted due to overindulgence

setterday - saturday

skelping / skelp / skelped - a swift slap

sleekit - sly

sling yer hook - piss off

snout - not sure if this is scottish but chances are if you don’t smoke you won’t know and i don’t think it’s common in england as my little cousin and all her mate who smoke don’t know it but a lot of them roll and don’t smoke straights.

tattie - potato

telt - told

the big hoose - prison, though it's meant to be a specific one in glasgow called barlinnie where basically anyone who's committed a crime in glasgow ends up and it's grim. a lot of glaswegian's grow up with threats of being sent to "the big hoose."

toaty - tiny

wae - with

weans / wains / wee-yins / bairns - children

wee - small

wheesht - shut up

wit - what

wit ye fir? - what are you having

wumman / wummin - woman / women

yir / yer - your / you're

[coffeeandbatboys]

The Art Of Stupidity (Peter Quill x Fem!reader)

In which Peter nearly gets killed because he's a dumba** so you do a lot of screaming at him.

Warnings: swearing (whaa ikr?) Injury, insult to injury, Rocket being himself, Peter being an idiot (aka himself) mebbe some slight foreshadowing for vol. 3 but it ain't a spoiler if you don't think too much about it.

"Rocket, where's Peter?" You gasped.

In your glorious retreat back to the Bowie, you'd lost him in the chaos that he caused. How does the idea of stealing a heavily secured antique piece of junk sound now?

"He had to go and get the damn Zune he dropped in the hallway of that security station."

"He told me he was down to one blaster!?" You shrieked, realizing that this was not, in fact, going well.

"And he's the lazy asshole who didn't charge them up!"

"You didn't think to, I dunno, COVER HIM?" You flapped your arms in disbelief.

"Hell no, you're the girlfriend!." The insufferable Raccoon snarled. "If you wanna go get Star munch, he's all yours missy."

You muttered under your breath as you turned to go get your boyfriend. "That stupid Zune is gonna be the death of him someday I swear. Thanks a lot, Yondu."

You readied your blaster and dodged bullets in the space between the ship and aforementioned security station, before kicking the door open to find an incredibly absurd sight.

The Doobie Brother's 'What a Fool Believes' blasted from the ridiculous object he went back for, as he was trying in vain to fight off the security droids. Sighing, you stepped in and blasted to your heart's delight, until the two of you (or, mostly you) successfully eradicated the rest of them.

"Thanks, babe." Peter offered a sheepish smile and you just rolled your eyes in frustration.

"Let's go before these guys blow a freaking hole in our ship!" You growled.

His eyes widened and the smile dropped. "Ohh ok yeah you're like really mad."

Once again you we're crossing the distance back to the ship, only this time, you didn't dodge one of the bullets as it lodged itself in your calf. You were already frustrated beyond rational capacity, and physical pain just added insult to injury. But you were too hyped up on adrenaline to care. Tumbling into the ship, Peter in tow, you sat down and glared.

He wasn't sure whether to apologize or leave you be, when he noticed your leg trembling. That's when your world went fuzzy and you sorta just, checked out of reality while somehow staying conscious.

"Shit! I need a med pack and a pair of tweezers." He hollered for anyone in earshot as the ship lifted off and set out for Knowhere. Soon, the bullet was pulled out of your leg and the med pack placed over the hole.

And this...this, is where you snapped back to reality.

"You asshole!" You screamed, "You could've gotten yourself killed!"

Kraglin, who had brought the medical supplies, just cringed and stepped away, leaving you two alone.

"I'm sorry, y/n..."

"Sometimes I feel like that stupid thing is more important than any of us!"

You regretted the statement as soon as it left your mouth. The Walkman was one of the only things he had left of his younger years, and when his father had destroyed that, the Zune was all he had left of Yondu.

His eyes fell and your heart broke. He moved to stand up, but you stopped him.

"No—wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn'tve said that. I'm sorry." You repeated.

He relaxed and sat back down, giving you a lopsided apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry I freaked you out. I wasn't trying to get killed back there. I feel like it was my fault that you got shot, too."

"Its fine, baby." You smiled sadly. "If I hadn't been seeing red, I probably would've payed more attention."

The med pack needed a bit more time, and Rocket was calling for him, so he kissed your forehead, then your nose, before finally catching your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

One that would take priority over anything else.

Star Lord fics are back in business baby!!

[easternpine]

A glimmer of disappointment

Well, it turns out life has other plans for me. Things have been getting intense at home and I have no time to finish this part 1 of 3 story for MEBB. There's at least 10k or more to go and there's just no way I can make it, so I'm dropping out. BUT... that means I can start posting sooner rather than later. There are 6 solid chapters done, which is great. Also, I can share a little snippet! 💙 It's a an AU corporate corruption story with Femshep & Gianna Parasini as old childhood friends. Also starring our favorite C-Sec officer:

The pair continued to eat in silence, though Shepard was mostly shoving the tiny squares of hotcake around her plate, letting them soak up the abundance of syrup that had pooled at the bottom. The detective, nearly done eating, paused to check his omnitool. “Spirits,” he muttered, and swiped the display away with a churlish flick. Shepard looked up from her meal. She’d been spearing the pieces into rows along the tines of her fork so that the entire thing reminded her of a core sample. “Sorry, just my dad,” said Detective Vakarian. “He keeps sending me articles about great turian generals. Says they’re ‘aspirational’. I keep telling him I don’t have time to read them, but he doesn’t listen.” “Sounds like he just wants to help.” “Yeah, well it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” He made rough, deep cuts into the remainder of his sausage, maiming it like it might slither right off of his plate. “You know, one time, he signed me up for private drill lessons? I was six. Didn’t even ask, just signed me up and expected me to like it. I hated that damned class. ” “Private lessons? Aren’t those pricey?” Shepard imagined a fun-sized Vakarian dressed up in his finest armor, doing his best to execute a sharp pivot as his instructor barked about form. Damn, she thought, his family must be loaded. The detective shrugged. “Whatever my dad does he does for his own reasons. He has a way he thinks things should be done and he thinks I should do them that way too. End of story.” “Look, I don’t know your situation, but from where I stand, an overzealous father is better than one who can’t be arsed. Just count yourself lucky. You have one that cares enough to sign you up for lessons and send you articles or whatever.” Or to have a dad at all, she wanted to say. The detective’s mandibles swayed pensively. “Neither of your parents ever overstepped?” Shepard’s gaze darted away as she pretended to flip through memories in her mind. “No, don’t think so.” It was way too early in the morning for getting personal. She set her fork down and slouched in her seat. “Hey, I’m still shuttle lagged and all, and you’ve got your shift, so I think I’m gonna head out now.” Detective Vakarian gestured to her plate. “You haven’t even finished your food. What’s wrong, don’t like me?” he asked jokingly. Shepard thought about this for a moment and gave him a sidelong glance. “I like you well enough.” “Wow, stunning endorsement,” he said, his expression deadpan. But when Shepard looked closer, she could see a glimmer of genuine disappointment in his eyes.

[knittedbond]

hi :3 i also don't know if i would like iwtv... i watched the first ep a while ago and the way lestat treated louis upset me more than i had fun (white people -_-) and from what i know about claudia she would make me feel WAY worse @_@ mebbe i'll try again someday when i'm in a headspace for it...

that monologue from louis was good as fuck though i still think about the delivery sometimes

this is an extremely fair assessment and also why /i/ stayed away from iwtv for a pretty long time (i truly couldn't care for lestat he's so annoying to me) but louis and claudia both are characters of All Time to me... claudia especially makes me so miserable if i think about her for too long :((( both actresses for claudia are absolute stars and their performances are sooo good i rlly do think the series is worth watching for her. but also jacob anderson literally Actor of our generation dude is crazay talented i need that man on the stage

lestat is like. he's fucked. i hate that white man. but the great thing is that you spend all of season 1 wanting him to get fucked to hell and then it does happen and it's awesome and then louis falls back down into the fucking hole again. he's always doing that it's like it's his curse or something

anyways! worth watching if you wanna get into The Horrors also i'm having lots of fun with these fucked up old men but also i completely understand not doing so bc i was also there yk. but claudia she's out there. the Character

[domirine]

hi! I was wondering what brush you used to sketch in procreate? love your work!!!!!

thank you!!

a lot of the brushes i use are remixed versions of custom ones! i like Technical Pencil, Nikko Rull, and HB Pencil. Max Ulichney's gouache pack has a detail brush that is also fun to sketch with (and his packs are very extensive overall). Granted I'm not that hot on hoarding and finding brushes on procreate (which could be why i feel lukewarm about drawing in it sometimes)

Mebbe one day I can learn how to export and share them sjfsdf for now enjoy finding these names in your procreate!

[brooklynislandgirl]

Start a book club with, read a book to, hit with a book : Close between The System, Raylan, Phil Coulson

Three of a Kind || Accepting {{tagging for reasons: @silverjetsystm, @goodlawman, @tangleweave }}

Beth might be a little tipsy after her third sea-breeze in about half an hour, and maybe she giggles a little too loudly from behind her hand when Jay asks the question. The bar isn't packed yet and so the music is mellow and the dim interior is a respite from the bright hospital lights that she's been dealing with for the last fifteen hours. She leans into Jay and rests her head on her hanai-sister's shoulders, spanning one hand out and waving slowly in panorama in front of them. "Pictcha it. Manhattan...sometime in da las' two weeks..." Yes, she just made a Golden Girls reference. "F' a book club? Hones'ly goddah choose Moon-Moon. Steven got exquisite taste in literature, while Jake got alla sarcastic comments on da side but sittin' in his cab he got plenny time t' read, an' mebbe dat give Marc sometime t' chill out. I t'ink da man really need a time to take brea'd an' jus'...stop for a while, you know wha' I mean. Plus if it jus' da five of us, den we can make da meetings easy, you know?" She purses her lips aside for a moment and ponders the other two men mentioned. "Read a book to? Probably Uncle Phil. Man's an incredible boss. Nevah have someone so intent on protectin' an' supportin' his team but I swear I nevah see him take a vacation, or even be late for work. If all t'ings remain true? Den he probably doesn't even really take time to eat propah, or rest at night, so I'd cheat. Small kine use of Life...tiny hanging effect t' make him drowsy an' den I'd read t' him. Probably from: Captain America: Avenger, Hero, Icon... or Captain America and da American Journey, 1940-2022." She giggles again and pulls back only to fix Jay with The Look. The one that says she knows what's going on and that they will have to discuss that very soon. "An' finally, dat leave Raylan. Who is very pretty, by da way." Yep, there it is, the confirmation nod. "An' I hit him wi' da book f' not tellin' me you an' him are seein' each oddah outside of any work relationship I can faddom, which mean he nevah aks me if it okay to aks you out. Now it's possible you did da aksin' but you're fastah dan me, especially wi' Time an' Correspondence, so...moral of da story, he gets smote...an' you owe me anoddah drink." A pause. "How did he get into Shield, anyway?"

[justgot1]

Colorado’s governor Jared Polis is on Reddit and will sometimes pop into r/denver when summoned.

I mean. That’s such an answer. Mebbe.

[queen-scribbles]

1-3 for the fic writer asks!

1.Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

I don't really know if I have a preference? There's things I like about both and things that are drawbacks about both. Long fics give you more space to flesh out ideas, but you have this sense of "unfinished" hanging over your head until it's all done(/glances at OWaP and tLBT). One-shots are good for quick(ish) moments where you don't want to write everything going on around it, but they are a little constrained with how much details you feel you can go into before it's "too long". And sometimes, breaking stuff into chapters vs single fic is a stylistic choice that's not entirely tied to the word count; my MEBB fics, for example--CoBaS and EIB(Emily ones) are 17k and 19k but both are one-shots, while WUM(Lisa one) is 15k but I made it chapters bc it fit better for the story flow even though it's shorter than the others.

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I will very loosely plan out 2-6 major points I would like to hit in a chapter, word count permitting, and then fill in as I go and see how much of it actually works. xD Both of my current long fics I've definitely had to move things bc a conversation or scene got away with me. Chapter 5 of tLBT turned int 5o AND 6, things have slid at least eight times in OWaP, my muses are just as locquaious as I am xD

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Start with the mentioned loose plan, as well as a list(usually mental, sometimes actually written done) of dialogue snippets I want to include if X conversation happens here like I think it will, and maybe a couple characters I really would like to write interacting, and then set it all loose and see what happens. My plans are rarely super-detailed bc I learned early the muses don't like to stick to them and I want to avoid the frustration of not checking every single box I set for myself. So I make fewer boxes and it's much more fun.

Fic Writer Asks

[hepatosaurus]

The other day I rediscovered this letter from my paternal grandfather to my grandma, written a few days after my aunt (their first child) was born in 1940. He died several years before I was born so I never really know what to call him when I talk about him (grandpa? granddad? probably not granddad, that was my mom's dad), and honestly I don't have a good idea of what he was like, personality-wise. But his voice in this letter is SO MUCH like my dad's, it's kind of eerie. and nice, to feel that sense of recognition in the writing of someone I never knew. :)

Anyway, I think it's a pretty special letter, so I wanted to archive it here so I don't forget about it again. (And that last paragraph - damn, Johnny!!!)

(text under the cut)

1:20 PM

11/8/40

Hullo -

Probably seems silly to try to write you after you're tired of seeing me perched at your shoulder, but there might be more of a chance to "see" you alone this way than going to visit you in a semi-unprivate room (even with the post-election bedlam that's raging around here).

True called a little while ago suggesting a plan for your homecoming. Didn't go into it too much but I did mention that we had better find out when you were going to finish your stretch before arranging for your parole. Seems that Mrs. Lape is having kaffe klatch on Wednesday.

Hope you're feeling as well as you looked last night. So far as I could see you were my same old boss once again and it was good to see. I suppose it's rather foolish to mention how much the dog, cat, canary, and goldfish all miss you - oh, yes, and me too.

Stayed home last night. I think it was the first time I've really sat down in the house since Sunday night. When I looked around, I thought I was in strange quarters. Mrs. Peterson waylayed me on my way out this morning to ask about you. Acted very concerned.

Tuesday night, dad asked me if I would stop down to the house again tonight. I don't know yet whether I will or not. To admit being completely mercenary, I might go down just to see if there is a present available. Nice thing to say, huh?

Has it penetrated that square skull yet, that the status quo no longer exists? I don't think I realize it entirely although it's beginning to seep in gradually that the word daddy means somebody besides Mr. Richard F. It is a very attractive feeling to me. How do you like?

I'm afraid that the noise I mentioned earlier has me licked. I haven't the faintest idea what I've written you so mebbe I'd better stop trying and wait til I see you tonight.

One thing that I have already found out is that when one love is divided into two parts - very unmathematically - neither part is smaller than the original shipment. Sounds screwy but mebbe it can be enlarged upon in pusson sometime.

See you a lot

Pop (Pap? unclear)

[rbelle310]

A burger holder seems like a gag gift, but the weird plastic doohicky is the gift Kiyoomi buys Atsumu for his birthday because for as long as he's known Atsumu, the setter has never been able to eat a burger without it falling apart.

It's absolutely baffling to Kiyoomi: Atsumu is a man who displays so much dexterity and finesse with his (very beautiful) hands. His brother owns a damned onigiri store. How different could they be to eat neatly?

"It's so different Omi!" protests Atsumu with his mouth still half-full of burger (Kiyoomi very very briefly reconsiders his love).

He's halfway through his All-In Megastack and the paper lining on the tray is already littered with bits of lettuce, a half-bitten slice of tomato, and the tragic tail end of a piece of bacon.

Atsumu swallows and takes another big bite, dislodging a bit of onion that now dangles precariously from the tenuous grip of smashed beef patty and toasted potato bun.

Kiyoomi nibbles on a fry with pepper mayo while waiting for him to elaborate.

"An onig-" Atsumu starts, pauses to swallow again and take a sip of soda before continuing, "Samu's onigiri is perfectly shaped, an' y'know the rice is lightly kneaded to hold together with the fillin'. A burger's just..."

He gestures vaguely and the unfortunate onion (now nicknamed Mufasa) plunges to its untimely demise.

"A burger's just stacked. Mebbe it's got some cheese an' stuff to hold it together, but it ain't properly compacted."

"Sounds like what you really need is a sandwich press." huffs Kiyoomi amusedly, "But I've seen your paninis fall apart at lunch too. Why don't you just use the holder I got you?"

"Awww Omi~~ I can't carry it with me everywhere! It's not like I plan for burgers!"

"I suppose not." Kiyoomi relents.

Today was one such example after all. They were supposed to have conveyor belt sushi but the queue was too long for their voracious athlete appetites.

He finishes his fries and Atsumu wolfs down the rest of his now All-Out Megadebris meal.

"Gochisousama~" Atsumu intones, lilting Kansai-ben making the customary words all the more adorable to Kiyoomi's ears.

The love of his life is a walking mass of contradictions. He handles the ball with such grace, but grips his burgers with a hamfist.

He sometimes says the silliest things even in front of the press, but he's conscientious enough to say the customary words of appreciation to the line cook who will never hear it.

He'll put aside time every night to moisturise and manicure his hands to keep them in perfect condition, but here he is carelessly brushing sesame seeds and sauce off his fingers with a crumpled and over-used serviette.

Atsumu is baffling, yet endearing, he fills Kiyoomi with no small amount of consternation, but also causes his heart to swell with vast amounts of affection.

"Here, your fingers are going to be sticky." Kiyoomi chides softly, pulling a pack of wet wipes from his pocket.

He takes those messy hands in his own clean ones and carefully wipes each finger down, even rubbing under the nails. And once Atsumu's hands are sauce-free and pristinely smooth, Kiyoomi presses a kiss against a knuckle.

Thanks to the wipes, his boyfriend's skin smells like sweet muskmelon and aloe instead of fast food, so Kiyoomi is content to let his lips linger a little longer, maybe brush more than once against other parts of Atsumu's hands as he murmurs, "There, all clean."

"T-thanks Omi." Atsumu squeaks, face as red as the half-eaten tomato on the tray.

He's so hot and yet so damn adorable at the same time. Kiyoomi tightens his grip ever so slightly and gives a teasing smile that promises more than wet wipes and kisses when they get home.

Atsumu only grows redder at the provocation, squirming in his seat. Cute.

So, maybe Kiyoomi was just a teensy bit annoyed at his gift going to waste. But if he were really honest with himself, maybe the messy burgers weren't really such a bad thing if he could still make Atsumu blush like that with just wet wipes and a smile.

[nim-lock]

I've found meal replacement shakes or just protein shakes are great for when I'm struggling. I got into them while caring for elderly family members who were prescribed them, and found they're great for the rest of us! You can get powdered ones or prepared ones in cartons. I like ones made with pea protein since they're very easy to digest. Takes like 5 minutes to mix it up and drink it if I'm reallyyyyy tired or don't feel like eating. Plus all that extra protein has made me feel better.

oo cool :0!! mm I can be strange about tastes sometime so mebbe I look into powders that don't taste like much >:))

[kiitchensiink]

ur shit is so hot bro thsnk you for your service. any other thoughts ab the boys being like hypnotized or brainwashed 👀mebbe controlled by blurry

YO!!!! 🥺 oh my gosh it makes me soooo so so happy when ppl think m stuff hot omggg thank you...

god. always bro. you know I can't ever get brainfucked boys off my mind

Blurry likely hypnotises the boys super, super passively. gently touching Josh or Tyler's arm in a certain way/whispering to them when they're starting to fall asleep... or wearing a certain shirt or pendant when he touches their gushing cocks... slowly associating certain random items and objects with the suggestible part of their minds.

he'll catch Josh staring at the pendant on his neck when Blurry is fucking him, or Tyler ashamedly burying his face into the shirt and jerking himself off in secret... both boys completely at the mercy of Blurry's indulgence with their minds.

he also sometimes simply holds their cheeks, laying between them in bed... gazing into their eyes for long, slow periods of time... murmuring affirmations, and sordid, dirty things that make them rut desperately against his thighs until they cum... and Blurry murmurs a trigger phrase each time.

and of course he'll use it for evil.

if they're out somewhere, all he needs to do is touch Joshes arm, or glide his hand up Tyler's tummy... and kiss the word into their throats... and immediately the boys are hard.

he doesn't even need to use his cosmically incomprehensible powers to suggest their minds in whatever way he wants, despite both of them believing he has some kind of otherworldly power over them... which is of course what he'd want them to think!

in any case, they are deeply ensnared within his clutches, utterly unable to break free of his influence; cumming thickly, hotly, over and over on themselves without even needing to be touched.

All Blurry needs to do is smile softly at them, and whisper that special word... And their minds are malleable in his hands.

[writefightandflightclub]

If you have time you definitely should make an ao3! It’s a great way to archive your work even if you don’t ever engage with fanfic on there

Thanks, I’ll look into it! Sometimes small barriers are large for me as I don’t like multi-step admin tasks (lol) - I swear I looked at one time how to create an account and I needed an invite or something and so I just… gave up?! But yeah in reality I am sure I can surmount this tiny, weak hurdle if I give it a go 😂 Mebbe I will aim to do so in time for my Santi series dropping? That one might be nice to have on there 😁🧡

[kilowogcore]

This one's a message from me ta' Kilomin, mostly, but mebbe it'll help some a' ya' other poozers. So I'll talk as Kilomin for the rest of this post.

I've got a past of hurting others, but I decided in my 20s I could not be that person. It's taken work, learning and unlearning, and therapy, but I'm a better person now.

That doesn't justify the suffering I caused others, or mean those I wronged must forgive me or anything like that. It does mean I won't hurt anyone in the future. Sometimes there's a voice inside my head that says I'm still that person, still a villain, but that voice is a liar. I decided to be better, and I have become better.

If that resonates with anyone else, know that you're not alone. I believe villains can become heroes, and I believe we can overcome our pasts. I believe we can decide to be good.

(Art sampled from "Green Lantern" Vol. 3 #13 by Gerard Jones, Pat Broderick, Joe Staton, Mark Bright, Bruce D. Patterson, Romeo Tanghal, Anthony Tollin, Albert DeGuzman, Andrew Helfer, and Kevin Dooley. Edits: Altered Dialogue)

[brooklynislandgirl]

@morgansmornings {{xx}}

Jay will never know just how deeply unsettling her joke is to Beth. The little Verbena is a master at concealing her facial expressions and for a moment she simply looks at Jay like she belongs in a box in a Disney Store, ready to be taken home by a little girl who watched Lilo & Stitch or Moana one too many times. She also doesn't court paradox by acknowledging where the fresh coffee comes from. They both know it wasn't there just a moment ago, and they've both played the coincidental game for a while now. "Okay but," she begins. "Firs' you wouldn't be lef' alone. Dere's Andy, an' dere's Luc, an' Faddah Vinnie, an' Tabby an' Cory, an' Spooky Carl, an' da Duke…" The last name is carefully spoken. Neither woman typically speaks the Sluagh grump's name aloud if they can avoid it. She goes on to include "…an' Gamble, an' dat guy ya met in Chicago ~don' t'ink I no can smell him in here, sometimes, an' Larry…an' a lot of people. Hardly would notice me gone, especially since I come back and haunt you in spirit." Beth lifts her fingers and waves them at Jay pairing it with the softest, but highest pitched little warbling 'wooooo' sound imaginable. "But for real, you an' me probably be da last of us all to go full Barabbi, an you know it. Honestly I could see Andy snappin' first wi' his anger issues an' havin' to be right…eous….alla time. "Or mebbe wassisname… Tall, dark an' kinda like Jaffar if he were super hot." Now she's absolutely pulling Jay's leg as she takes a moment to sip the Kona latte, with its triple shots of espresso and organic coconut milk. There are some who would argue it would put Beth into an early grave but Jay knows she needs it as much if not more than she needs sunshine and a breathable atmosphere just to survive. "An' lastly, Mastah of Life. I'll die when I wanna, an' not a second before. I still have so much t' live for. Like…da day Eddie Veddah realise he no can live wi'out me because he so madly in love." They both laugh at this. "Or…mebbe I die from full t'ickness burn because you jus' said I no can even make a cup of coffee and forgot f' give me aloe. WOW..." A look that was all toothy smiles. "So, wha' we do tonight, Brain? Am I decoratin' cookies or buildin' gingah-bread habitats?"